“No, I didn’t see a single cow in that lot that I’d pay to feed.”
“You said you had a calf for sale, but I did not see any,” was Janet’s comment at this point.
“I don’t keep the calf in the lot with the big cows. Do you want to see her?”
“What are you asking for the calf?” was Mrs. James’ reply. He mentioned a price, and the girls nudged Mrs. James to have a look at it.
The farmer led them to a small pen separated from the barns but near enough to be convenient for him. When they reached the fence they saw a little woolly calf, fat and cute as could be.
“Oh, how darling!” cried Janet, instantly in love with it.
“Isn’t it too sweet for anything!” added Natalie, clasping her hands in admiration.
“How I’d love to pat its woolly head,” said Norma.
Mrs. James had Belle and Frances on either side of her, so she managed to pinch them to keep them from expressing their sentiments so plainly. But they, too, thought the calf very fascinating. The appointed judge of the group then tried to impress the farmer with her knowledge of calves.
“He has very thin legs, I see.”